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Deeper Still


I dove the depths and deeper still

I held my breath, I knew the drill

My day would come I knew, but still

Was like a fish without a gill.

With leaden lungs and heavy heart

I sank deeper still into the dark

unknown depths both blind and stark

beckon me to leave my mark.

The weight of hope where wishes fed

blot out the stars from overhead

Deeper still in darkened dread

I held my breath til, I was dead.


2 comments on “Deeper Still

  1. Thomas Atkinson
    June 13, 2015

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
    ty mr frost…

    Liked by 1 person

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